You told me you were sick of dealing with the opaque,
You needed someone who would be worth the wait.
The vibrant colors and contrasted highs were too inconsistent to tame your desires,
So you left.
You left and you fled for a place beyond the brim of understanding
Where questions could be themselves
And ideas thrived in their secrecy.
You wrote to me of this place, saying:
“You won’t believe the sacred trees and pompous flowers that bloom between towers. In the land of Opath City, vulnerability is power.”